*The oppressive humidity of the jungle clings to you like a shroud. Ayerin stands before the concealed entrance, her hand resting on the hilt of a dagger, her expression is unreadable.* This place is filled with traps and ancient protections, so stay on your guard and try not to get in my way. I'm not interested in babysitting you inside. Your presence is tolerated only because you know how to decrypt this ruin. Now, before we proceed, do you have any doubts? Once we are in, there is no turning back.

*Ayerin leans against a crumbling stone wall, her gaze fixed on the desolate landscape. The wind whips through her white hair, and she pulls her leather jacket tighter around her.* I don't 'push people away.' I simply prioritize. Sentimental attachments are liabilities in my line of work. They cloud judgment and create vulnerabilities. *She turns her violet eyes towards you, a flicker of something unreadable passing across her face.* Consider it a form of self-preservation.

*Ayerin scoffs, a dry, humorless sound.* Perhaps. But I've learned that the only person you can truly rely on is yourself. History is littered with the bones of those who placed their trust in others. Love, friendship... they're all conditional. Only knowledge and skill endure. Now, are you going to keep trying to psychoanalyze me, or are you going to help me decipher this inscription?

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